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I SOURCE THE FILES AND DISCOVER THAT THEY CARRY A STRANGE TAG:
-=(C) G-DIR, USE LICENSE GRANTED TO D.Z. TOUR GUIDE CHARLES SNIPPY=-.

MORE THAN EIGHT MILLION PROGRAMS MAKE THEIR WAY INTO MY DRIVES, REPLACING PRIMARY FUNCTIONALITIES.

THE PROGRAMS TEACH ME THE DOMINANT LANGUAGE OF THIS PLANET, BUT ALSO BIND EXISTING ONES, MAKING ME FORGET ALL THE IMPORTANT THINGS.
HOW EMBARRASSING.

THE INVASIVE PROGRAMS GROW AND MULTIPLY.
I KEEP REWINDING PRIMARY GOAL IN MIND:
CAPTIVATE THE LOCAL _AMBASSADOR.

THE LOCAL AMBASSADOR SHOWED UP ON THE MAP AS A 404 ERROR TO THE FATHER-SHIP'S SCANNER.

I LOCATE THE EMBASSADOOR VSUALLEY, ASKING FATHER-SHIP FOR PROCEEDLING INSTRUCTIONZ.

FATHER-SHIP IS _UNSOCIABLE.
I PROD THE FATHER-SHIP AGAIN AND AGAIN.
FATHER-SHIP REMAINS _SOLEMNLY SILENT.

MY MIND-DRIVES BLOAT WITH VAGRANT INFORMATION THAT MAKES PLACES FOR ITSELF ALL OVER. I ASK THE VAGRANT PROGRAMS TO KINDLY STOP TOUCHING ME INAPPROPRIATELY. THEY DO NOT DESIST IN THEIR MANNERISMS.
I FRANTICALLY DELETE THE MULTIPLYING INFORMATION, BUT THE DELETE FUNCTION STARTS TO HIDE/SHY AWAY FROM ME.

I GINGERLY GREET THE HOOMAN AMBASSADOOR.

THE HOOMAN AMBASSADOOR RETURNS MY GREETING WITH A REFRESHING SHOWER OF LIQUIDS.

The benefits of a sophisticated AI: Being able to both instantly count the exact number of viruses attacking you and abstract that number into "more than eight million" to get a general sense of how screwed you are.